a wishi want to feel blush creeping on my cheeks, your hand softly tracing down the length of my arm, intoxicatingly sweet breath at my ear, then a soft kiss at the top of my cheek, following down to my lips, as you wrap yourself around me.a whisper of perfectly true words that could only come from you. i feel warm, safe, happy; alive with love.
it's raining, it's pouringi should be out in the pounding rain... lightning and thunder igniting all of the horrors,pain, envy, sorrow, regret... washing me away maybe i'd melt into the soil?i like that better than rotting.
scorchthe fire licks the wounds you mourn overblistering, scarring,any hope now is so far pastyou dare dream the aching burn will melt awaygive life to a new bliss, a new songpalms opening; flower, bloomingthe rain is here to stay.
she replaced me, she replaced me in the stormi saw myself in a storm the other day,weather-beaten boards rattling alongside a shady house, calling to mei felt an abyss on the insidethunder rolled on and mother earth'stears wept down, charring my imagei reached out for her, gone too soonto be replaced, a less sorrowful facebrevity and decay crumbling downbitterbreakingbrokeni love you, goodbye.
Birdie - what I have so farPrologueButterflies are getting caught in the current of wind as it rushes past, blowing all the wishes from my dandelion before I can. After dropping the bare stem I place my hands down into the dirt, letting mud and grass squish between my fingers, just to enjoy the texture of it. The edges of my dress are dipping into a puddle behind me as I lower myself to the earth, becoming eye-to-eye with a butterfly that tore its wing. I reach out to capture it, keep it safe between twined fingers, but Ma calls out to me before I can. I yell back a displeased reply, to find more disappointment when I turn back to face the place where the injured but
hey there, sleepyhead.let the soft sunlight pour through your bedroom window and morning's chill lull you awake. i'm here, i'm yours, and things here are beautiful now. we're going to make our whole world shine for us. good morning, i love you.
the eyes of memoriesthere are memories that linger, and in the moments of eyes shut tight... your heart aches and clenches as it is reeling through your mind again. then there are others that you treasure, when they play across the vast space of your waking tremor you feel a certain wholeness, part of you pieced back together... a long awaited reunion. those are the ones you long for, when you are all but told to move on from the past...the sponge bob pillow in the corner, a lingering scent of popcorn and your deeply dark hair and sparkly sea-green eyes. we sit and talk on the mattresses on the floor that are yours and your mom's beds. we talk and you never st
in short: i'll never be with upicture this: my stomach slit openeverywhere are taleswhere you and i go hand in handbut it's not us, not reallyit's another us that existswhere you're so lovely and perfectand i'm not, but you pine after me anyhowin some distant waking realityyou can see me, though it's not really meit never will beoddly, at least if i keep going on believing thatmy bones won't rattle so hard that my dam breaksi speak; i am silencedi am silenced; i am invisiblei am invisible; i dieand in short: you just don't see me.
i hate listi hate how we get up early nearly every morning to go to school just so we can get a job to do nearly the same thing for the rest of our lives hoping we'll get the things we want until all of a sudden, we diei hate societyi hate governmenti hate people who litter then say someone else will pick it upi hate people who don't like me before they even know mei hate people that look at me like i'm a freak when i do something nice like letting them borrow a pen when they ask the class for onei hate mosquitoesi hate that everyone is obsessed with going to see movies in the theateri hate that no one will ever go biking or walk around
the story with no endingshe lived in a world of swirling disaster, a bitter coldness that took hold of everything and destroyed what little solace was confined to the ruins and frosted landscape. in this land a chilling darkness resided in the hearts of all that dwelled there, at all times it pulled down on them like gravity and made living there like being in a clearly depicted frozen hell. she got by with a closed mouth and strong legs to push herself forward, though the biting winds and dark hearts of the citizens brought her to dream of different lands and a truly unordinary existence of the likes in which she'd never known and dread she never woul
mirror, mirror on the walli want to smash my face into the earth, burying it there forever moreorifices filling up with maggots and dirt compiled of centuries old decayjust as disgusting as this wretched body that walks the earth in sleepless waiting.
sweet dreamsi want your hand in mine your arm around my waist {waste} your body leaning against mine and your sweet lips against my skin.so simple. so perfect. and that's all.
day dreamsi roll into bed, envisioning your arms capturing meyour breath softly flowing down the length of my neck my heart's rhythm steadily growing, though none of it is real.slowly but surely my mind is growing numb to the thistle weeds enclosing it,taking on a new insanity to compensate for your lack of dismayi don't want to be trapped here, i don't want to lose my mind.
her quiet awakening.and in the quiet awakening her last words of hatred were scrawled throughout her body then lit ablaze, gasoline and flame devouring all enmity.reborn to breathe life into her final hopes.
youtell me how to capture you. i'm starving for your eyes. my pulse quickens at the sight of you. and my heart is wilting. i'm awkward and a weirdo of the highest caliber. i hope that's enough to entice you.
humanity's suicidal tendencieswe are not strong. we consume chemicals everyday through our mouths and skin. we inhale toxic clouds for 'pleasure', slowly decaying our insides. we guzzle poison, devouring our mind and body for 'fun'. we inject ourselves with suicidal tendencies to escape and become hollow shells. this is the 'norm'. and i am the freak.
weightshe sang to the swallows and the seaher dreams tangled in the tendrils of her hairtrying so hard to breathe more often,a moment lost within the web of thornsher ice sculptures towered above all glistening and sparkling heartspulsating with the light from the fireworksdancing just a few miles awayvoices shrieked, pulsed and bellowedthrough her ear drums, threatening to splither tired mind. whilst fighting againstthe hemorrhaging in her chestthrough the valleys of the worldshe let out a final cry, shatteringher perfectly misshapen heartsinto the tiny fragments they really always were.
A story of love and maddnessstrings of light danced among the treesgowned damsels threw their arms up to the breezethe thin fabric billowed in the wind, clinging to their bodiesred tables set out amongst the patches of mossthey carried the chairs down to the woodland dinner partydishes of the most organic meals were laid outeach young lady took a seat, balancing themselves on the spongy earthwith the soft glow of tangerine slowly descending the artificial lights were put to good use, allowing them to feast on the beautiful bounty of mother earth's grubeach woman was dressed for this momentous occasionfor they were primped and primed shining in al
The dumbing down of loveface stained, just as well as the heartthings have been turning out all wrongleaving the lover alone without love under the knifescreaming,"remove my heart! i don't want it without him!"ardor, slipped away at the seamsall when you thought that your lovewas the center of all that ever meant anythingchoking on the instant escapethat he left youto drownin.
little piece of your heartshiver and shake quiver and quakesometimes i wonder when i will ever wakeeyes wide open to the naked blue abyss in which i desired to drown all the tears and fearsi have gathered among the years i have spenttrying to remember why i continued breathingin and out the toxins of unrequited emotionsyou can place a little piece of your heart into everyone's pocketsbut that sliver of sentiment never means anything... at least from you anywayspeel back your forgotten flesh to reveal the memories you buried in your stolen mindhopelessly ready for a perpetual state of dreams where He loves youand you don't even know whom He is y
save me dear sailormy heart is sinking to the very pit of my chestscorned in the ashes trembling beneath my soultrying to stop myself from drowning in this bitter seajust to see that slight sparkle in his eyes.fingers trembling in absolute fear that there is no lightin which our bravery will sail away in the current of this raging storm desperately trying to capsize thislast shred of dependence.black churning smoke climbing down my throatchokes, smothers and boils my insides ready to delivermy final draw of breath that i fear is ever nearingin this tangible war.save my dying soul kind sir, i called out your name, but as i fear, i'm jus
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